they cancel each other out
exchanging fear by fear to be
battering wants for wants in the bazaar
of the weak an insecure looking to belong
and they say they are cancelling me
you are the ones with the losses
what  graces you that I lack or hanker
whereas you see so much of my qualities
ways you can never be or achieve
so mired in envy and resentment
you punish each other by denying yourselves
the pleasure and perfect grace that is me
did I grumble, did I lay down and die
go read it again
there's nothing like good breeding
eat your hearts out, Cancelers.....